The Wistful Skyline
The lease is for seven years, Elias said, tapping the pen against the table, but the ink was already drying before he finished the sentence, a black scab forming on the paper. Mara, standing by the window where the London fog pressed its gray face against the glass, did not look at him. She was watching a pigeon peck at a piece of stale bread on the sill, its movements jerky and frantic, and...
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